The Hour of Poetry

"...not as vocabulary, not as syntax, not even as structure, but as a principle and a presence." -John Berger

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Saturday, May 30, 2020

Audre Lorde

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But What Can You Teach My Daughter What do you mean no no no no you don’t have the right to know how often have we built each o...

Audre Lorde

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Who Said It Was Simple There are so many roots to the tree of anger that sometimes the branches shatter before they bear. Sitting in Nedic...
Monday, May 11, 2020

Lucille Clifton

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homage to my hips these hips are big hips they need space to move around in. they don't fit into little petty places...

Lucille Clifton

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blessing the boats  (at St. Mary's) may the tide that is entering even now the lip of our understanding carry you...
Saturday, April 11, 2020

Alok V. Menon

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the deepest breath on the other side of now when this is all over i want to attend a funeral every day. i will sit at the back, sile...
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Monday, August 19, 2019

Derek Walcott

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Love After Love The time will come  when, with elation  you will greet yourself arriving  at your own door, in your own mirror  and each ...
Monday, January 28, 2019

Billy Collins

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LITANY You are the bread and the knife,           The crystal goblet and the wine...                 -Jacques Crickillon You a...
Friday, January 25, 2019

Eileen Myles

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THE SADNESS OF LEAVING  Everything’s    so far away— my jacket’s    over there. I’m terrified       to go & you won’t miss me       I’...
Monday, December 17, 2018

Lucille Clifton

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won't you celebrate with me won't you celebrate with me what i have shaped into a kind of life? i had no model. born in  ...
Monday, August 06, 2018

José Olivarez

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I Walk Into Every Room and Yell Where the Mexicans At i know we exist because of what we make. my dad works at a steel mill. he worked at...

James Baldwin

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Untitled Lord,           when you send the rain,           think about it, please,           a little?   Do           not get ...

Precious Okoyomon

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New seasons my mother got married for a greencard   I mean we’re living thru some shit big fat pussy clouds / violent season my mouth ...
Saturday, August 04, 2018

Precious Okoyomon

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from AJEBOTA I’m feeling very tired and frustrated about the idea of fixing my life. I am not lonely because you are here. You can feel ba...
Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Nayyirah Waheed

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Sometimes  I smell my parents on my words.  and I weep.
Friday, February 02, 2018

Langston Hughes

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I, Too I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laug...
Thursday, December 28, 2017

Tomas Tranströmer

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MIDWINTER  A blue light  streams out of my clothes.  Midwinter.  Ringing tambourines of ice.  I close my eyes.  There is a sil...

Tomas Tranströmer

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TO FRIENDS BEHIND A BORDER  I I wrote to you so cautiously. But what I couldn't say filled and grew like a hot-air balloon and fin...

rupi kaur

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i know it's hard believe me i know it feels like tomorrow will never come and today will be the most difficult day to get through ...
Thursday, September 14, 2017

Maya Angelou

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Our Grandmothers She lay, skin down in the moist dirt,  the canebrake rustling  with the whispers of leaves, and  loud longing of hounds a...
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